I hang on your every word.Every nuance and subtlety tightens your nooseand I gasp and grasp for air and the latency of truth.My limbs flail in puppet motions;I’m a paper doll with button joints,anointed in your sonic weaveand desperate for your affection.Pull on this rope, hang me highuntil my final death rattlepunctuates the scene like gunfire, the memory of your voice fades and I am left longing for more.

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